Friendship at the Metro!!

my first fiction story.. hope its the first on many..

Friendship at the metro!!

Casually dressed Rohit is running towards the metro station. He is to catch the 3pm metro for his coaching class. His shirt it loose, not tucked in, his bag is falling from his shoulders. He pulls at his baggy jenes to stop them from falling.

The 3 pm metro is Rohit's enemy and his best friend. When he boards it he meets his friends, laughs at lame jokes but when he misses it he spends his time in boredom. 10 min at the station and a 45 min long commute all alone.

More often the metro was his enemy than his friend. He was wondering how the train was going to treat him. Was it going to be metro the bitch or metro the angel?

Just as he reached the platform the doors started shutting and in a fit of atheism he managed to keep his wardrobe intact and made it onto the metro. Poof!! He was saved from hellish boredom.

Next week the same story continued. Rohit was in his usual hurry, his wardrobe loose, pants falling, bad haywire, iPod on full volume. He unfortunately missed the train this time.

Rohit stood on the platform sad and disappointed. He was a bit disheartened because of the scolding he had got at home for being casual about his timings. He wad bored and bummed out. He threw the bag on the floor and sad on the railing, thinking about what excuse he would give to his teacher at the coaching for being late.

He was miserable ( so he thought)

There was no friend around lonely was he

He wanted fun and joy instead he got loneliness

Rohit looked up and saw the platform opposite to his, up came a girl. At a glance one could say she the opposite of Rohit. She was dressed neatly, walked slowly on the platform, well before time. She looked like the disciplined one.

Both of them looked at each other. She was the earliest and he was late enough to miss the metro. For a second they were the only people on the platforms. Both the same age but Rohit was mentally a child and the girl a grownup.

He wave hi to her cause he needed just to talk to someone - anyone to distract him from his thought and like always he dint have any balance on his phone. The girl replied with a wave a wave he did not expect and that wave was the striking of a new friendship. A peculiar friendship. A friendship of no words, a friendship where they dint even know each others names!

Week after week they communicated in sign language, both their uncommon unite for just a few min every week.

Rohit never made a pushing effort anymore to catch the train and dint mind missing it cuz he would then spend a few min on the platform peeking into another world, a world he was told about in sign language, a disciplined yet joyful world.

Rohit would occasionally miss the metro on intention and act disappointed for his friends who saw hin through the window. Unlike earlier he felt overjoyed by missing the metro.

Time passed by, the friendship grew. The coaching had its break and upon resuming Rohit most looked forward for those 10 min at the platform.

She wasent there anymore. Rohit thought " where would she have gone?? Will I meet her again?? Is she alright??" these questions stayed in his mind.

He would look for her on the station, constantly looking around, just in the hope to see her again.

He never took the metro on time now he had to stay on the platform in the hope she would come.

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